The Big Day pt 2
I left the office yesterday without word. I know the meeting happened, I simply have no indication of what the outcome was. My coworker and I went our separate ways feeling the pressure of not knowing. For her it isn't quite as bad, she has health insurance, but she knows that the outcome seriously effects her take home pay. I had to work a little late yesterday taking care of a couple of things that needed to be done. I could've put it off, but I wanted to give every opportunity to get an answer.
Finally, I went home, made dinner, watched both CSI's and went to bed where I promptly stared at the wall for a while. A while may have only been an hour or so, but I am accustomed to being asleep within three minutes. It felt like an eternity.
I know what you're thinking. What the hell? At least I have a job. I could be out there job hunting or working some job that I have no interest in for minimum wage. Its true, I have a great deal to be thankful for. My stress comes from a year and a half of not knowing if I will have a job the next week or not. This is made worse by the fact that I really like this job. I like it enough that I have put everything into it. I can see that I am making a difference, and there is no feeling better, even if I am doing it at a status that is only barely over volunteer. I love this job because my coworkers love me right back. But as has already been demonstraited to me once before here, it doesn't matter if I do a good job or am loved by my coworkers. Employment or unemployment is simply the whim of a higher power who has no interest in my contrabution whatsoever.
And to top it all off I had to start the day with Second String Underwear (click more)
And to top it all off I had to start the day with second string underwear. I don't know why this is really, especially since I had done all of the dirty laundry on Sunday. That being the case I ought to have 7 pairs of primary underwear and 12 pairs of second string underwear. You know second string underwear, so don't pretend you don't. Second string underwear is that drawer full of draw's that you won't throw away and you won't wear.
So I found myself this morning with three options, no underwear, dirty underwear, or second string underwear. As I teach fencing right after work today I had compelling reasons not to free ball or wear leftovers, which left the second stringers. And there I am making coffee, a slow rage building. Coffee making went flawlessly, and as has already been established I make good coffee. But nevertheless I am standing there getting more and more enraged, my skin taking on a greenish hue. And that's when I realized that my second string underwear (new briefs I had received at Christmas a year or two ago) are slowly choking the life out of my poor innocent testicles. My stomach began to ache as I made this realization. I gingerly lumbered to the bedroom, my wife could tell from the look on my face, there was a problem, and I was about to smash it. I kicked off my shoes, which hurt. I dropped trou which hurt as well. Using my thumbs as twin shoe horns I pealed off the garment of hate and fired it at the trashcan. The trashcan absorbing the impact was sent sprawling across the bathroom carpet. I was free. My first act as a free man was to grab my underwear drawer and dump it into the garbage.
I have made an observation which I would like to share with the men. Fellas, if you pull off your skivies and drop them in the floor and they look just like a scène from your college past- you know the one, cute girl, dorm room, you wake up in the morning and her panties are rolled up and laying on your floor. Well guys, if you realize that your underwear looks like that, its time to cut them from the team completely.
Stay out of the locker room tonight fellas, its gonna be ugly.
UPDATE: 11:18am
The CTO just dropped by and gave Kimi and I the news.
July 1 we begin working where we are supposed to be working, at the money we diserve. I think I am having a beer at lunch. Hey wait! I can HAVE lunch! WooWoo! And in July, I'm making Doctor's appointments.
Comments
What do the whistle-tips do?
THEY GO WOO WOO!!
CONGRATULATIONS, MAN!
Posted by: Jeffrey | June 18, 2004 12:55 PM
Congratulations Woody!!! Good Job.
Posted by: Ike Quigley | June 18, 2004 3:05 PM
Yay Woody! What a great ending to a year and a half of stress!
Posted by: Becky | June 18, 2004 6:46 PM
Again, CONGRATS to you! You deserve the best that life has to offer and everyone that has ever had the pleasure to get to know you, knows this!!!!!
Posted by: Wendy | June 18, 2004 7:05 PM
good news. now get to work. :>
Posted by: ed cone | June 19, 2004 11:15 AM
as I said to Kim. You deserve it. And there are no two people that deserve it more. I'm really happy for both of you. And Woody when I get back to the states I'm taking you out for a beer and steak to celebrate. *wuggles*
Posted by: Stacy | June 21, 2004 5:08 AM